"Mmhmm."
Kian leaned forward towards me.
"I need your words," he growled.
Smack!
A scream left my mouth from the sting of his slap to my ass. My arms gave out and I buried my face into the pillow.
"Look at me," he ordered. Without thought, I got back up on my hands and knees, and looked over my shoulder at him.
He was completely naked. His hand was still stroking his huge cock and all of his attention was locked on me.
"Roll over," he said, climbing onto the bed behind me. Quickly, I laid down on my back. "Spread those legs for me."
Biting back nerves, I opened up my legs for him.
"Wider. Give me room to get between them," he instructed. Blindly, I did as he said. "Good, girl."
He lifted the hem of the baby doll nighty that I wore and frowned.
"Take this off. I want to see all of what's mine." He stroked his dick faster. I sat up and removed the thin cloth with ease. Tossing it to the floor, I laid back down.
I was now completely vulnerable to Kian. I was at his mercy. And I'd be fucking lying if I said it didn't turn me on.
"So fucking perfect," he said, leaning over me and flicking my nipple with his tongue.
My back arched and I moaned loudly.
"So responsive," he grinned then sucked my nipple into his mouth. One of his hands cupped my breast as he sucked and licked my nipple.
"Fuck!" I cried out, digging my nails into his back. He growled and pinched my other nipple. "Kian!"
Chapter Eight
Kian
Giselle was every man’s wet dream. She had the perfect caramel complected skin, round ass, and perky tits. Every time I touched her, her body responded in ways that made my cock jerk with excitement.
I squeezed her tits together and pinched both nipples. She whimpered and dug her nails deep into my back. A deep growl escaped me.
“Sorry. So sore--” Giselle’s words turned into a scream, when my hand struck the top of her thigh. I gripped her thigh firmly.
“Don’t apologize,” I ordered.
“Yes… Yes, sir,” she gasped and nodded her head frantically.
Had I been too rough? Fuck.
I loosened my grip on her. To my surprise, she made a sound of disapproval. I couldn’t hold back a grin, knowing this beautiful, untouched woman was up for some roughness.
“You’re so responsive, Giselle.”
“Sorry.” Her faint word sounded like it was a cross between a question and a statement. I looked up to find her blushing and looking at me apologetically.
All of this was new to her. I needed to be attentive to her needs and feelings, not just rush things. The gentleman side of me knew this, but the alpha in me didn't want to take things slow. I wanted what was mine.
Mine?I wondered to myself. It was a simple four-letter word yet it held so many meanings.
